The wind was screaming, angrily tossing debris in her path. Ran trudged through the maelstrom, blindly picking her way towards her neighbor's house. The front door was rapping against the jam. The wind threatened to rip it off its hinges.
Soaking wet and sore from the pummeling she'd sustained, Ran charged into the dark house. Using her cell phone flashlight, she spotted the old man's body, face down in the den. There was no pulse.
Rolling the body over, she noted a nasty gash on his forehead. Flashing the light about the room, she saw the bloody corner of the table where he'd fallen, hitting his head.
There was something in his hand. Some kind of folded paper. Ran pulled it from his fingers and without even looking at it, jammed it in her pocket. She'd wasted enough time with a dead man. She had to get back to Trace.
The crack of the tree as it broke and fell gave her little time to take cover. Ran screamed as its branches shattered McCurdy's picture window, leaving a gaping hole that funneled in wind and rain.
She stood up, trying to get her bearings.
Trace, she thought.
McCurdy was passed help, but Trace was alone in this chaos.
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Love Songs in a Minor Key: A Collection of Short Stories
General FictionThe first volume of short stories in the Love Songs collection. Many of the stories in this collection focus on the theme of love and how it sometimes goes wrong. A large collection of stories that run the gamut from humorous to tragic. 1. Love Song...
